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The sled was at the door, which, for a tumultuous moment, opened on the storm and the white vision of a horse knee-deep in a drift, and then closed behind him. Zuleika shot the bolt, brushed some flakes of the invading snow from the mat, and, after frugally raking down the fire on the hearth her father had just quitted, retired through the long passage to the kitchen and her domestic supervision.
Horror had come into his eyes. "You do not love me!" he cried. "LOVE you?" she retorted. "You no longer love me. Why? Why?" "What do you mean?" "You loved me. Don't trifle with me. You came to me loving me with all your heart." "How do you know?" "Look in the glass." She went at his bidding. He followed her. "You see them?" he said, after a long pause. Zuleika nodded.
"I feel certain that he can and will." "Well, well, child, go to Madame Dantès and take counsel of her. Only a woman can heal a young girl's love wounds." Zuleika quitted the salle-
She, therefore, promptly set about her praiseworthy but difficult task, resolved to bring back the roses to the young girl's cheeks and restore hope to her sad and dejected heart. She began by using every womanly art to induce Zuleika to love her and look upon her as a friend of friends. In this initial step she succeeded even beyond her most ardent anticipations.
Joseph did as she bade him, he entered the house, took his seat, and set about his master's work as usual. Then Zuleika stood before him suddenly in all her beauty of person and magnificence of raiment, and repeated the desire of her heart. It was the first and the last time that Joseph's steadfastness deserted him, but only for an instant.
I love you truly, love you with all the passion of a woman's nature, but I must know this history that I may judge whether you are worthy of my love!" "I assure you, Zuleika, that there is no stain upon my life, that there is nothing in this history that tends in the least to dishonor me, but still I cannot speak." "Then we must separate." "Oh! Zuleika, Zuleika, do not be pitiless!
But the Viscount did not heed her. He was fearfully agitated and his entire frame shook with excitement and emotion. "Fly with me, Zuleika, fly with me now, this very moment, and be my wife!" he exclaimed, in a voice so strangely altered that Monte-Cristo's daughter scarcely recognized it.
Zuleika endeavored to comfort him, but all her efforts were fruitless. She, poor girl, was herself overwhelmed with her own distress, though she strove to bear up against it.
"Never mind them, Miss Dobson," cried Noaks, and at the sound of his voice Mrs. Batch rushed into the middle of the road, to gaze up. "I love you. Think what you will of me. "You!" flashed Zuleika.
It is already doing its office!" As he uttered these words Zuleika moved slightly in the fauteuil, then opened her eyes and gazed about her in bewilderment. Almost immediately, however, she realized that she had swooned and a full sense of her father's terrible though considerately made revelation returned to her.
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